'Allo! 
The draft seemed to be growing restless while they stood there as he would paw at the ground and bob his head up and down at time attempting to nip at Kase's shoulder, too. That awarded him a smack on the snout, though, Such an impatient horse that one. As Kase stood there he started to doze off his head lolling to the side only to roll back to the front, it wasn't that he was tired(he was a bit, though) it was more that he was bored. He'd wait forever and a day, but that didn't mean he didn't get bored.
Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe... Maybe they were going to attack him? Skin him alive? ...Consume him? An intake of breath, maybe, but eating him? Truly, his mind ran wild when his suspicions of others rose. There was no such thing as bad just good; he had to believe that even if paranoia always ran high in him. After all, once he truly felt comfortable with someone they were very nice. Though it'd be his luck to run into someone who actually fit his terrifying thoughts.
A noisy exhale left him as he began to shift his weight from foot to foot, just something to keep him busy. After a bit someone appeared, a tall white woman to be more exact. He eyed her for a moment and despite that various sharp weapons hanging from her hip she looked harmless enough? Well, at least she seemed to, never know, yes? He flattened his ears and stepped back looking to the ground, shyness kicking. She soon questioned what he needed and stated her name claiming to be the leader of this...Anathema. Such a name he had never heard of, but that didn't matter.
"I-I am K-Kase Hayashi," he paused.
What did he want? Last time he was asked that his mother was wondering what ideas he wanted to do for dinner. As the horse continued his restless actions the wolfdog fell into thought, to a lot a pack meant home and for a while he was contemplating joining. But finding one this soon? And with his trust issues... Would it work out? He wasn't one for random actions and this was not certainly what he set out for, but he wasn't even sure what he was looking for since leaving his only family. Well, on the brightside, maybe he would not stutter so much and sound like a fool? Oh, probably not. So much for his mother's social skills teaching.
"I was just p-passing t-through. ...A-Are you accepting members by c-chance?"
Oh, what was a simple question for most as such a bold question for the large male and he soon felt his fur grow warm and was all too thankful he had fur and not just skin.
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